I cannot hear the cries of the heart, but I can feel its agony. To say it’s merely being ripped in two, that is an understatement. It is being torn into pieces as numerous as the stars in the sky and the grains of sand on the beach, grabbed and taken from my chest, thrown onto the ground, stepped on – no, it is stomped all over before these actions are repeated again, and again, and again. Then, chills run down my body until I’m shaking all over. Thoughts fly into my head, denying the impending truth. The chills become worse and my heart takes it’s share of suffering once more. It’s a hard thing to do – being in love and staying there throughout all the ups and downs. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world, but it can also be the most painful thing when it shatters to pieces.
drifted off to Wonderland